When the lovely Maggie over at My Breakfast Blog tagged me to tell the truth, I had a hard time deciding what kind of truth would be appropriate. I decided to think about it on my walk over to Shadyside to get my iPod repaired (replaced, actually - for free!) and to see if the coupons that I had been emailed would do me any good. At some point in Gap's brightly lit kids' section, it hit me.
Truth: I am an impulsive shopper.
Today, I went shopping without the intention of really buying anything. I had received a 30% coupon for Gap and a 20% discount for Sephora, and being the bargain hunter that I am, I thought it would be a good idea to stock up on necessities and save money on what I would have bought for full price.
Well, once I set foot inside the already holiday blinged-out Sephora, it was all over. I grabbed the mascara that I actually needed, but then proceeded to browse and ended up with new concealer and eye shadow that I convinced myself were absolutely necessary. With the simple swipe of my parent's credit card, the little black bag with over $50 of unplanned cosmetics was in my hand.
I proceeded to wander down Walnut St, stopping in a few other stores and not being blown away by their sale inventory, so I made my way to Gap, which was really the only other store I should have gone in to. I don't know how much time I spent in there, how many things I picked up and really wanted, but then talked myself out of. Feeling a little guilty over my product spree, I forced myself to step away from the super marked down girls' ballet flats. Sure, they were really cute and only $7 with the coupon, but they were really tight and I knew that I would never wear them. I have way too many items in my closet that I've worn maybe once, if ever, that were just impulse buys that I really wasn't in love with.
I took a deep breath and thought about what I actually needed. While today was a ridiculously warm Pittsburgh day with a clear blue sky and temperatures in the 60s, I needed to think about the frigid winter months ahead of me. I wasn't impressed with the women's selection of hats and mittens, but the kids' department had a wonderful selection and I'm lucky enough that my hands are still small enough to fit into a kids' size L.
$10 for some lovely, practical, and much-needed mittens, and suddenly I felt that strong urge to buy, buy, buy dissipate.
I don't miss those flats one bit, and now I know that my bank account loves me a little more for my self-control.